July 17, 2006
Gah! The cursor! It blinks! The page! It is very white and blank!
Lately I have been suffering from the deadly combination of Writer's Block + Unbelievable Laziness. I have topics all picked out and lined up neatly in my brain (Things We Have To Fix Before We Can Move, or the Ballad of the Sort-of-Broken Toilet; Adventures in Homemade Baby Food That I Made, At Home, and the Various Manners In Which It Was Rejected; and finally My Dog: Do You Want Her?) and then I go to write about them and...and...huh.
I wonder what is on TV? (HINT: PROJECT RUNWAY.)
I wonder if I could beat my top score in Hexic? (HINT: I RULE! PWNED!)
I wonder if I could take a nap? (HINT: YES.)
And I wonder if I could mightily abuse the whole work-related purpose of having a part-time babysitter by spending all of Friday afternoon getting my hair cut and colored, which combined with babysitting costs meant the whole afternoon cost a bloody fucking FORTUNE, despite being just one day after I learned that my highest-paying freelancing gig is gone, over and done with, andwhile I don't mind the "less work" part, I was shocked to hear that they will no longer be sending me checks. Checks of money! No more! That hardly seems fair at all.
(Oh right. I was supposed to end that one with a question mark and an all-caps HINT. Um. HINT: MY ASS IS BROKE, BUT MY HAIR NO LONGER MAKES ME CRY.)
So I end up not writing anything at all, beyond my cheerful sunshiney and contractually obligated blather over at the ClubMom blog, where I have to say things like "bullcrap" instead of "horseshit" and "heck" instead of "hell" and "oh fudge" instead of "fuck you, whore."
And...yeah. That's all I've got for today too. Except for (glances around the apartment, franctically looking from something not too dusty to re-gift)...a video! Yes!
Although it's not a NEW video or anything, because that would require me knowing how to operate our video camera. And it's...well, not really even an actual video either, now that I think about it. It's more like "photos you've mostly seen before, only in a jazzy order and set to music."
My (other, non-New-Yorker-stroller-adventure-in-the-subway) sister made this for me last Christmas, and since Noah has offically turned into some kind of HUMAN CHILD, WALKING UPRIGHT AND ALL SORTS OF SHIT, I absolutely CANNOT WATCH this without turning into a nostalgic, snuffly mess.
So here. Gaze upon the baby who once was, and weep for the smallness, yet also rejoice for the thick-waisted mother who no longer looks like that either.